This story is a work of fiction, but the character of Ruth is inspired by a real woman who I have the good fortune to know. She has read it and thoroughly approved and suggested I submit it to this site as she is a regular visitor.
It is hoped by both of us that you too will enjoy, and if so then my work is done and I am happy! Now on with the tale...
Ruth placed both hands on the edge of her desk and eased herself down onto her office chair, trying as best she could, without looking too conspicuous, to sit down as softly as possible. It was a difficult thing to achieve. She could almost feel the eyes of the other people in the office watching her, but a quick glance around assured her they had better things to be doing then watch a 41-year-old woman sit in her seat after filing some papers.
'Good job too' she thought to herself and that brought a slight blush to her cheeks. She stifled a groan as she felt her arse touch the chair seat, her weight settling down onto the firm surface.
"Ruth, you okay?"
The sound of the office gossip, Emma, behind her startled Ruth out of her own head and the look of concern on her co-workers face, when she looked around and saw it, made her blush even more.
"Yes, I'm fine Emma, thank you," she said, trying to sound casual and friendly but feeling anything but right now.
"You just looked a little, I don't know, uncomfy when you sat down just then," Emma said eyeing her.
"No I'm fine, just, you know how these chairs are," Ruth said with a weak smile.
"Yeah, I tell you, my backside is so sore some days I could scream," Emma laughed and Ruth tried to join in, but every time she did she had to stifle another groan that was attempting to escape her throat. Ruth knew all about sore backsides, more then Emma ever could she guessed. "Well hope that's all it is, you know you can always tell me," Ruth nodded and watched Emma go.
'Wonder what she would think if she knew the truth?' Ruth thought as she watched Emma the Gossip walk to a new desk and begin chatting again. 'Bet she would have a heart attack if I told her the real reason I was trying so hard to sit gently is I have a 5 inch dildo in my pussy and, more then that, its been in there since I arrived at work this morning, some 3 hours ago. Plus I have orders from my Mistress not to remove it until told I can!'
A jolt of shame and excitement went through Ruth as she thought this. It was the same feeling she always had when she thought about the things her Mistress made her do. She was 41, yet took orders like a child, doing anything she was told just to please her Mistress, and was punished equally when she disappointed her.
'Wonder how quickly she would spread the gossip if she knew that less then a week ago I was bent over with a rubber ball gag in my mouth, bulldog clips digging into my erect nipples, while I was getting spanked on my naked round arse by my 22-year-old Mistress, and told I was a naughty little slut.'
Ruth did groan this time. Quickly she looked around and felt her face turn red. Anyone could have heard that groan and she hurriedly scanned their faces for signs of interest. A huge sense of relief came over her when she saw no-one looking her way, just typing or filing or chatting, the usual office pass time.
Ruth stifled the groan this time, but sank into her seat a little more. That, however just served to push the dildo deeper into her pussy and sent a jolt of pleasure through her body. She jumped a little but quickly composed herself and tried to look busy, but despite her outward appearance, internally she was on fire. She was feeling so aroused she could hardly stand it, each time she moved she felt the dildo move and rub, her knickers held it deep inside her and she had been wet and desperate for release for at least the last 2 hours.
'You have to be more careful, Ruth,' she scolded herself in her own head. 'You are at work; want everyone to know what a sub-slut you are?'
The thought sent a small tremble down her spine. Her Mistress had joked, or at least Ruth hoped it was a joke, that she was, one day, going to show all the other people who worked in the office what Ruth was really like in her private life. That she was going to have Ruth dress up in a little schoolgirl costume that revealed her breasts and pussy, and was going to have her tell them all that she was a sluttish little submissive slave who enjoyed being fucked hard by her Mistress in her mouth, pussy and arse. Basically anywhere her Mistress, other men or women enjoyed fucking her. Her Mistress had said she was then going to make her recite all the dirty things she had enjoyed having done to her in the 3 years since her submission.
'That would be some list,' Ruth thought and her mind, already swimming in pleasure from the dildo inside her, began to flash through some of the things that her Mistress had introduced her too, had made her do and experience while she watched or participated.
Memories of getting fucked by a group of men, who had used her for hours and finally left her sore but so eager for more. The time she had been forced to kiss the feet and lick the arsehole of a friend of her Mistress. The spanking and whippings, all just some of the things she had been a part of. The thought of the people she worked with knowing all those things scared the life out of her, but she knew she would admit to it all if her Mistress ordered her too.
'She was just joking,' Ruth told herself, but the nagging doubt still festered at the back of her mind. 'Just making me sweat for her pleasure, she loves me really and would never do anything to hurt me like that.'
Ruth deep down knew this was true. Her Mistress may be cruel at times but she knew that was for her own good, each punishment she had received had made her stronger and more complete as a sub, better able to serve her Mistress.
Ruth leaned over and felt the dildo again move inside her pussy. It was driving her mad, she couldn't even talk without getting small tremors rocking her body as her muscles clenched the rubber cock that her knickers held in place. She knew her underwear must be soaked by now, her juices had been flowing for the last few hours due to her arousal and she had to take care not to leave any marks on her seat. She just hoped her perfume, and that of the others, covered the scent.
'Mistress ordered this, she knows best!' she told herself as she tried to focus on work, but as soon as her mind went to thoughts of her beautiful Mistress she was overcome with a sense of desire. Desire to serve, to obey, to be used.
How she had come to be the slave of her Mistress was strange, at least to Ruth herself it was. From a young age she had always felt submissive to others. Boyfriends could easily coerce her to do anything they wanted, and had taken advantage of that to, in some ways, force her into threesomes with other women.
At the time she had not been too excited by this, women were not something she found attractive; she played with them at her boyfriends' requests but not out of personal preference. This had gone on for several years from her early twenties until she had met the man she thought she would be with forever.
She was 33-years-old then. He had introduced her to the world of BDSM, made her crave the attention and stimulation of being a submissive; Ruth had taken to it like a duck to water.
It was through her first 'real' master that Ruth had been introduced to her Mistress. At the time she was 36-years-old and had been training for several years. Her Master had told her that she was finally ready to meet other people in his circle. She had been dressed in a latex harness, complete with collar, and taken to meet some of the other Masters and Submissives that her Master mixed with.
The party had been a real eye opener for Ruth; she saw other Submissives there doing things she never imagined before. Enduring things she hoped never to experience herself, and yet all the time she felt at home. She was looked over like a show animal by other owners, all talking to her Master about her like she was not even there, commenting on her body, asking how trained she was, laughing at some of the things she had been trained in thus far. Then She came over.
Her name was Emily. Just 18-years-old but easily the most confident girl that Ruth had ever seen. She was totally at ease around naked and half-naked women of all ages and races. She had smirked and laughed as she had used a cane to smack a 55-year-old woman until her buttocks were welted. She had made Ruth get down on her knees in the presence of her betters and then had made Ruth crawl on all fours and bark like a good pet, something her own Master never did. It had been alluring how strong Emily was, even Ruth's own Master had seemed yo pale under her stare and voice. Ruth had almost instantly become besotted with her, feelings she had never had for a woman bubbling up. That was her first meeting with the woman whom within a year would make her accept her own bi-sexuality and become her Mistress, taking her into a whole new world of pleasure, and some would say depravity.
The ringing of her mobile phone brought Ruth out of her memories and back to the real world. She realised it was a text message she had received and quickly picked up the small black oblong and swiped it open. Her heart missed a beat as she saw the message on the screen 'Message from Mistress.'
Ruth flushed and quickly got to her feet before rushing to the ladies bathroom. She moved rapidly, which caused the dildo inside her to rub and stimulate, but her body was on auto-pilot. Her mind raced.
Luckily the ladies room was empty, but Ruth still went into one of the cubicles and locked the door. She didn't want anyone to walk in on her as she didn't know what her Mistress wanted of her. With a deep breath she opened the text.
Her head was throbbing with thoughts. So were her heart and pussy if she was honest. What did her Mistress want of her? There were uncountable things this message could reveal, but to ignore it was not an option.
'Slut, your Mistress wants to see you. Now!'
That was all there was, yet it made Ruth panic. It was impossible to decipher tone from a text message, it was words on a screen, but Ruth just had a feeling she was in some sort of trouble, though she could think of nothing she had done to deserve punishment recently. Regardless, she had to obey. That meant she had to leave the office, but how long would she be gone?
Mistress Emily had a rule for when she summoned Ruth into her presence. When Ruth was called she had fifteen minutes to arrive or she would be punished. The problem for Ruth was that the office she worked in during the week was a twenty minute drive from her Mistress' house, and as she pulled up outside the big imposing door she knew she was late.
Ruth had told her boss she was going to lunch. She had then driven as fast as she dared, but that just made the car bounce and jerk around and with the dildo still firmly lodged inside the wet embrace of her pussy, this only served to drive Ruth crazier with lust, and desire for sexual release. She just hoped that she would find it now she would be with her Mistress.
The door opened quietly and Ruth slipped in. Her heart was thudding in her chest and her stomach was in knots as she quickly stripped off her white silk work shirt and black skirt. Her bra and shoes followed, leaving Ruth in just her knickers which held the dildo inside her, firmly in place. A sudden flair of panic filled her, the standing rule was that she was to be naked at all times while in her Mistress' house, yet the last order she had received before she had gone to work was that she was not to remove the knickers until ordered to do so. That was so she would not be tempted to remove the dildo, not that she would dare to do so against her Mistress' orders anyway. The question was which order overrode the other?
Ruth's mind raced along with her heart. What should she do? Her stomach knotted tighter and she bit her lower lip. She had to make a decision quickly, but that was not what she was good at, especially in this house, what she wanted to do was follow orders and be told what her Mistress wanted her to do. The last order had been to not remove the underwear, surely that was the order she should follow now then? She would do that, although her mind kept asking what it?
All but naked, Ruth hung her head and walked down the hallway and into the receiving room, the room that Mistress Emily always met her in. As she entered she saw the table where a clue to what she could expect was always present. This was something her Mistress had thought up and Ruth liked it. At least she could get an idea of what to expect.
The table was empty save for a riding crop. Ruth knew what that was for. It had taken her more then fifteen minutes to get back from work to Mistress Emily. She waited quietly until her Mistress entered and then got onto her knees without being told, and waited to be addressed.
"Finally arrived have you Slut? I believe I sent for you well over fifteen minutes ago," Mistress Emily's voice was cold and harsh; it was unusual that it came from such a young looking face.
"Sorry, Mistress," Ruth said quietly.
"Yes, you are sorry. A sorry excuse for a slave! You know the rule when I call you, you come running!" her words stung Ruth like a slap to the face.
"Sorry, Mistress. I tried my best, Mistress," she said with a slight tremble in her voice. Ruth could feel her Mistress move behind her, but didn't look back, just kept her eyes on the floor.
"Your best is pathetic! You are going to have to be punished again," Mistress Emily said with a smile pulling up the corners of her lips. Ruth swallowed hard and felt her own lips tremble.
"Yes, Mistress," she said in a small voice.
"On your feet Slut, and get your arse in the air now!"
Ruth flinched as she heard her Mistress swing the riding crop through the air, the distinctive swish that it made as it cut the air made her shudder. She didn't hesitate to stand however, and once she was on her feet, Ruth quickly leaned over the table and thrust her rump up as high as she could.
"Look at you, forty-one years old and a wanton sub slut. Take those fucking knickers off right now! You know the rules, you are my property and I am to have complete access to your cunt any time I wish it!"
"Yes Mistress, I am sorry Mistress. It's just that you ordered me to not remove them un-"
Ruth was cut off by a yank of her hair which pulled her head backwards. She gasped and flinched in shock.
"You are talking back again Slut, that is another ten lashes."
Ruth felt her stomach knot, how stupid could she be? She knew she should have just kept her mouth shut and removed her knickers, now she had another set of strikes, and more importantly, had upset her Mistress.
"Sorry Mistress, I am a very bad sub slut and deserve to be punished," Ruth said quickly as she felt her hair pull a little more. She felt her face go red as she said the words; her mind reeled in disappointment at herself, and humiliation that she was saying such things in the first place.
"Yes you do, and you will be," her Mistress said in a cold voice that dripped with venom.
Ruth didn't reply, just quickly reached back and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her knickers and shoved them down her hips and thighs until they sank of their own accord to the floor where she was able to step out of them.
The loss of her underwear changed Ruth greatly. Now she was totally naked it made her feel even more submissive. It was a strange feeling; just the loss of a small piece of clothing having such a dramatic effect.
Mistress Emily laid the end of the riding crop onto Ruth's smooth buttock and began to make small rhythmic patterns along her skin with it, dragging it lazily across her naked cheeks while Ruth was as still as a statue. Her heart was beating like a drum in her chest, but her pussy was throbbing around the dildo which she held clenched within.
Suddenly Ruth felt the riding crop slip between her arse cheeks and slide down between her thighs, lightly tapping her pussy lips. This sent a jolt of pleasure up through her body but her Mistress' words snapped her back to the here and now.
"If that dildo falls, then you will wish you had never met me."
"Ye... yes Mistress," Ruth said in a whimper. She tightened her grip on the rubber cock inside her, squeezing tighter with her muscles and feeling the pleasure grow.
"Ten lashes for being late, ten for talking back and an extra five for forgetting the house rules," Mistress Emily declared and with each word Ruth felt her heart sink deeper
Twenty-five strikes with the crop? She swallowed hard and felt the riding crop move off her aching pussy, knowing her punishment was coming but not knowing when the first strike would arrive.
Ruth heard the strike coming before she felt it. The swish as the crop cut the air was like a knife through her heart and she jumped as the hard, thin material smacked into her soft left buttock. It was less then a second later when the second blow landed just below the first. The burning heat on her skin began immediately and she had to stifle a desire to scream out as another stinging blow landed.
The pain grew worse as the forth, fifth and sixth landed with loud smacking sounds on her left arse cheek. Ruth knew from experience that each strike was leaving her arse with an angry red mark. When this was over she would look like a strange sort of tiger no doubt. Yet despite this being punishment, and despite the stinging pain and her burning cheek, all Ruth could focus on was how aroused she was, how wet her pussy was and how hard it was becoming to keep the dildo, now very slick and slippery from her juices, from sliding out.
The room rang with the sound of hard latex meeting skin as Ruth received her punishment. Another four strikes on her left arse cheek, now crossed with painful red marks and her Mistress moved to the other side and began another ten on the right cheek. Each one bringing Ruth closer to crying out in pain and arousal.
Finally with ten strikes on each cheek finished, Ruth felt her legs shaking. She was struggling to stay in position and her arse was burning madly, like she had been stood for too long too close to a fire.
"Now for your final five," Mistress Emily declared with a happy sneer in her voice.
Ruth held her breath; her arse throbbed from the abuse it had taken. She felt tears in her eyes, but also the wetness between her legs. She was on the verge of an orgasm despite herself, an orgasm that would cost her so much more pain if she didn't hold it back.
"Open your legs wider, and remember what I said about that dildo."
Ruth felt a real panic now and almost blurted out something but managed to bite it back. How was she expected to keep the dildo inside while her legs were wider apart? Did her Mistress intend her to fail? Was that the plan? No, Mistress Emily was firm but fair; she wouldn't make Ruth do anything that wasn't possible just so she could punish her.
Resolved to this, Ruth slowly spread her thighs, sliding her feet wider apart and exposing her pussy to her Mistress. She opened them as far as she dare, any more and the dildo would fall for sure, no matter how hard she tightened her muscles, and then she waited and prayed silently it was enough for her Mistress.
Mistress Emily didn't speak; the silence hung in the air and made Ruth's mind reel. What was coming next? She still had five more strikes to go but were they coming now or not? And why had she been ordered to open her legs wider?
The answer came when the riding crop came smacking down on the inside of her left thigh, landing with a sharp, hard snap just below her aching pussy and making Ruth gasp in shock and pain. Quickly another fell on the opposite inner thigh followed by another on the left again, then right. Each smack making Ruth's legs buckle and her control falter. The dildo sliding down and out of her, more and more exposed with each stinging blow.
Finally the last blow landed horizontally across the middle of her arse, half on the right cheek and half on the left, cutting a red stripe over the cleft of her arse cheeks. Ruth gasped and felt the dildo hanging by the smallest of margins from her pussy. Another few centimeters and it would fall. She tried to hold on to it by clenching her muscles, and despite gravity and her own mind screaming it was too late and all for nothing, the rubber cock held. Just.
Mistress Emily smiled as she saw the look of fear and relief on Ruth's face. She didn't speak, just took hold of the dildo and removed the last little bit, the precious end that had saved Ruth from a whole new set of punishments, from her pussy then brought it up to her eyes for inspection.
"Now why did I punish you?"
"I was summoned to your presence and did not arrive in a timely manner. My Mistress is all that matters, her words are law and she was right to punish her sub-slut," Ruth recited without even thinking about the words.
Ruth could see the glistening of the dildo as it was lowered into her eyeline, her own arousal made it shine almost in the light, and she felt her cheeks reddening from her blush as she looked at it, a reminder of how wet she had saved been. Her Mistress looked it over herself, turning it and then looked at Ruth.
"Open your mouth," was Mistress Emily's order, but before Ruth could obey she felt a handful of her hair get yanked, dragging her head backwards.
Ruth gasped and winced, more from shock then actual pain, but regained herself enough to open her mouth all the same. Her Mistress quickly thrust the wet, heavily scented dildo between Ruth's lips and toward her throat. Instantly Ruth could taste her own pussy in her mouth, and her nose filled with the aroma. It was something she knew well, she was required to lick clean her Mistress's fingers and toys each time she had been fucked by them. Ruth knew the scent and taste of her Mistress equally well.
"Good girl," Mistress Emily said soothingly as she held the dildo steady, the tip at the back of Ruth's mouth but not invading her throat. "Now clean this off so I can tell you why I summoned you here."
Ruth sucked and licked the dildo with gusto, cleaning off all traces of her juices as quickly as she could, her Mistress holding the object steady for her and smiling at the sounds Ruth was making. The room filled with slurps and swallowing noises.
"Good, good," Mistress Emily said as she inspected the dildo once Ruth had finished licking and sucking. "Now, the reason I summoned you from that hell hole you call your place of work, is because I had decided to treat you," Mistress Emily said stroking Ruth's hair softly.
Ruth felt a mix of emotions all at once. A treat? God she loved when her Mistress treated her. They were rare things and to be cherished. But those thoughts were contending with anger. Anger at herself for being late and having to be punished eating into her precious treat time. Then suddenly a new thought fought its way into her head. Mistress Emily had said 'had decided' and not 'have decided', could she have changed her mind? Panic filled Ruth.
"I told you to keep this," she tapped Ruth's face with the dildo, "inside your cunt because I wanted you to be aching with desire, at such a height of arousal and ready to come like you have never before. And then when you arrived here I was going to lick you and allow you to choose your favourite toy to stick into your dripping cunt, and finally play with your clit until you screamed and came again and again and again. Then I would send you back to work exhausted and so satisfied you'd not be able to do anything until tomorrow."
Ruth gasped and felt a jolt of pleasure shoot through her, almost a mini orgasm, just at her Mistress's words.
"But-"
That word crushed Ruth. She felt like she was helpless again, her lower lip almost trembled and she could feel her eyes sting, tears were not far away. She had thrown it all away and only had herself to blame.
"-you didn't follow the rules and had to be punished."
Ruth shuddered and felt worse then she had in a long time. She was fighting to hold herself together as her Mistress spoke.
"Still, I have decided there is a way for you to get your treat."
Ruth felt a wave of relief. She wanted to thank her Mistress. Get down on her hands and knees at her feet, something, anything, that would show how grateful she was for the chance to earn her treat. She remained still and silent however, just as she had been trained to do.
"What time are you expected back at your office?"
It was a question that Ruth hadn't expected and it took her a moment to think, but she finally got her thoughts in order.
"By one-fifty, Mistress," Ruth replied. "Unless my Mistress says I am to stay of course," she added.
"One-fifty. Hmm," Mistress Emily looked at her watch and back at Ruth. "It takes you twenty minutes to get there from here I take it? Seeing as you were five minutes late arriving today."
"Yes Mistress."
"That means you don't have to leave until one-thirty to arrive in time, and it is currently one-oh-nine. That means there is twenty-one minutes to earn and receive your treat," Ruth watched as her Mistress's lips curled up into a smile. "Well Slut, here is how you can earn your treat. You are going to pleasure me, and bring me to climax. Once you have done that, assuming a worthless whore like you can, you will receive your treat for as long as you have before you must leave. That means the faster you pleasure me, the longer you can have receiving yourself."
"Thank you Mistress, I will not disappoint my Mistress," Ruth gushed but she was cut off by her Mistress' words.
"Nineteen minutes now slut,"
Ruth was spurred into action. She immediately stood and moved closer to her Mistress who had spread her thighs open. Once in front of the young woman who had total control over her life, Ruth dropped to her knees and looked up pleadingly into her had blue eyes.
Mistress Emily smiled. She could see the need in Ruth's face and loved the power she wielded over her. After a few seconds wait she raised the hem of her dress up over her hips, exposing her crotch, that wonderful intersection where so much pleasure can be found.
Ruth, her mind reeling, tentatively reached out and put her right hand onto the gusset of her Mistress's knickers. She could feel the heat and the outline of the puffy lips. Softly she caressed the soft silk material, running her fingers along the area where she knew her Mistress' wet slit was.
The conflict raged within Ruth. She wanted to get her Mistress off quickly, make her come and get more time for her own pleasure. But on the other hand, her own submissive nature told her to go slow, make the pleasure last, only focus on her Mistress' pleasure.
"Better hurry slut, only eighteen minutes now," Mistress Emily announced as she felt Ruth's fingers caress her silk covered lips. She shuddered a little as the pleasure grew. Her pussy, already wet from delivering Ruth's punishment, tingled as the fingers pressed harder.
Ruth felt a new sense of urgency. She could feel her Mistress' knickers getting a little damp as she caressed. The scent of her arousal filled Ruth's world as she leaned forwards and buried her face into her Mistress' crotch, pressing her nose deep into the material and taking a deep breath, the scent intoxicating.
Mistress Emily pushed her crotch forwards into Ruth's face, pressing her silk covered pussy against her mouth which Ruth quickly kissed and ran her tongue over. This was where she was born to be, Ruth thought, on her knees with her face buried in her Mistress' crotch.
The heat from Ruth's breath as she licked and kissed the soft material grew, and Mistress Emily shuddered as she felt Ruth's nose press onto her clit, the engorged nub throbbing with pleasure.
"Yes Slut," Mistress Emily said as she placed her hands on the back of Ruth's head, pulling her face deeper into her crotch. "Use your mouth for my pleasure, you want your treat so bad don't you?"
Ruth tried to reply that she did but the words were muffled by her Mistress' crotch which her mouth was pushed up against. She licked the now wet silk harder, pushing the material against Mistress Emily's sensitive skin.
"Remove my underwear Slut," Mistress Emily ordered. "I want to see your face covered in my wetness, a slut like you deserves for people to see your submission. Don't they?"
"Yes Mistress," Ruth said removing her face from the crotch she lived to pleasure. "I am a slut and deserve anything my Mistress gives me."
Just saying the words made her feel excited and yet a little ashamed. It had been years since her submission but still she was a mature woman yet acted like a child looking for approval from a girl half her age.
"Less then seventeen minutes now Slut," Mistress Emily announced as Ruth hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her Mistress' underwear and pulled them down her shapely legs and to the floor.
Ruth didn't hesitate, she was losing time with every second that passed. She waited until her Mistress stepped out of the knickers and spread her thighs again, then Ruth buried her face into the wonderfully naked crotch.
It was so much better having her Mistress' naked skin to kiss and lick. Her tongue found the lips of her pussy and she used it to spread them a little, the wetness adding a succulent taste that she could savour for days. Ruth focused her attention on flicking her tongue over the folds of her Mistress' pussy. She knew Mistress Emily liked having the lips of her pussy licked and played with, she could feel the heat rise and the wetness increase as she used her tongue to move the lips apart before she kissed the opening they exposed and slid her tongue inside.
Mistress Emily sighed as she felt the tongue enter her. It was warm and wet, much like her own pussy right now, and probed urgently. She could feel Ruth's breath coming in ragged bursts, her sub's nose was pressed up against her clit and each breath sent a lovely warmth spreading over the hard nub of flesh.
"That's it Slut, lick my cunt like the whore you are!" Mistress Emily said as she felt Ruth flick her tongue in circles inside her pussy, she was looking for her Mistress' sensitive G-spot. "What are you?"
"I am a slut and a whore," Ruth obediently replied. She pressed her face back into her Mistress' crotch, this time she kissed and sucked her clit, bringing a groan from above her.
Hearing that groan made Ruth's heart sing. It meant her Mistress was pleased with her efforts and that was what mattered to Ruth. Yes she wanted her treat but she lived to serve her Mistress and that was what she was doing now.
Mistress Emily pulled Ruth's face tighter to herself, her hands holding the back of her sub's head as she rubbed her pussy up and down, spreading a sheen of her juices all over Ruth's nose, cheeks, chin and lips. Ruth felt the wetness covering her skin. She could smell the scent as her Mistress marked her as owned. She closed her eyes tight as her Mistress ground her pussy into her mouth. She never felt more submissive and controlled as she did when her face was covered in this way.
"You are my slut," Mistress Emily said as she looked down and was the glistening on Ruth's skin. "Now earn your reward!"
Ruth felt a complete loss of control and was not thinking when she reached up and placed her hands on Mistress Emily's arse cheeks, squeezing the soft mounds of flesh as she pushed her face deep into her crotch again, her tongue slipping easily into her pussy as she lapped and kissed and sucked with all the effort she could muster.
Mistress Emily felt her pussy throb as Ruth assaulted it. She gasped and moaned as her sub licked the outer lips of her pussy before sliding her tongue deep inside and scooping up some of her juices before removing it and pressing the slick organ onto Mistress Emily's clit.
Ruth was trying to focus on what she knew her Mistress liked the most. She licked and sucked her clit as she massaged the firm, yet soft, mounds of flesh which made up Mistress Emily's arse. From the small shakes and pleasure filled sounds she knew her Mistress was getting closer, all she needed was to get her over the edge.
"Your time is getting low Slut," Mistress Emily said as she felt Ruth again work her clit, the orgasm she was building making it harder to speak with her usual authority. "You need to do better if you want your treat."
Ruth doubled her efforts, her tongue now worked deeper in her Mistress' pussy, she sucked harder on her clit and squeezed and rubbed her arse more firmly with both hands. She had an idea that her Mistress was close, she could feel the additional wetness as she used her mouth to orally stimulate her, she could also hear the change in her Mistress' breathing. Wondering how much time she had left, Ruth went for broke and resorted to begging.
"Please Mistress, please let your sub-slut taste your cum, please cover my mouth with your offering!" she said pleadingly before she again pressed her mouth to Mistress Emily's pussy, kissing the lips, nibbling gently with her teeth before inserting her tongue into the warm pink embrace.
"What a true slut you are!" Mistress Emily said in a ragged tone, her breath was short and laboured as she felt the orgasm grow. Hearing her sub beg was always a turn on, now was no different.
"Yes Mistress. I am a slut, a whore, only good for being used," Ruth said pleadingly. This was her Hail Mary play. "I am here to be used by my Mistress, please will she come for her worthless sub-slut so I may taste her greatness?"
Begging like this made Ruth feel sick almost. It was the ultimate humiliation for her yet she was desperate, her pussy was soaked and throbbing, she needed to come or she may go insane she feared.
Mistress Emily gasped as she heard her sub beg like that, she had been holding off her orgasm for a few minutes now and as she listened she couldn't hold back any longer.
The orgasm was strong, causing her whole body to shake as the tremors ran up her spine. She grabbed two had fulls of Ruth's hair and kept her face pressed into her crotch as she came. A flood of juices splashing onto her sub's lips and chin.
Ruth relished feeling her Mistress splash her face with her juices. The scent was so strong and she felt dirty and yet happy as it was rubbed all over her lips and chin, her Mistress giving her the most beautiful gift she could get.
"Oh yes! Oh yes!" Mistress Emily gasped as she felt her sensitive pussy twitch and tingle after the orgasm. Finally she pulled Ruth's head away and looked down into hopeful eyes.
Ruth smiled at her Mistress. She could see from her kneeling, submissive position the flushed cheeks and heaving breasts of her Mistress in post orgasm and a sense of pride filled her. She lived for moments like this, knowing she had pleased her Mistress.
"You did well Slut," Mistress Emily said as her breathing became more normal. "You have earned your treat and have... nine minutes to receive it before you leave."
"Thank you Mistress. I am grateful that my Mistress let me please her," Ruth said. Her face still glistening from the juice that had been rubbed onto it and she had a great desire to lick her lips to get another taste.
"Time to get your treat Slut," Mistress Emily said. "Choose your toy."
Ruth thought quickly. She didn't want to waste time thinking for too long. There were so many options, but one came to the front of her mind.
"Strap-on, please Mistress."
Mistress Emily grinned. She suspected Ruth would go in that direction. Something to penetrate her. Mistress Emily knew that while her sub was totally devoted to her she was not a lesbian, that Ruth still craved something hard and masculine to fill her cunt. It was rare she got it however, rare indeed that she was the one receiving the pleasure at all.
"Very well Slut," Mistress Emily said kindly. "Wait on your back for me to get it."
Ruth felt her heart pounding, her breasts rising and falling as she drew short sharp breaths. Her pussy was on fire, throbbing and so damp she could feel some of the moisture on the insides of her thighs. She felt dirty, like a whore who was just waiting to be used and that feeling made her more excited. It was what she truly was she knew. It had just taken her Mistress to bring it out fully.
Time seemed to drag on. It was no more then forty seconds but to Ruth if felt like hours. She worried how she was losing treat time, worried she would run out of time before she came, would be left frustrated.
Finally Mistress Emily came back into the room. She was naked now except for a pair of knee high black stilleto heeled boots and a matching black strap-on dildo. It was very realistic looking, complete with synthetic veins and seeing the 8 inch black dildo protruding from her Mistress' groin almost made Ruth laugh.
"Is my slut ready for her treat?"
"Yes Mistress. Your sub-slut is eager for her Mistress to give her her treat," Ruth replied from her prone position. She had gotten on the floor, on her back just as she had been ordered.
"Good, then open your legs wide and bring your knees up," Mistress Emily demanded as she knelt down.
Ruth obeyed as she always did. Just having her thighs spread and knees pulled up towards her chest while her Mistress knelt between them and looking directly at her wet, puffy lipped pussy made her almost orgasm right there. She felt so exposed, on display. Advertising what she had to offer and knowing it wouldn't be long before her Mistress touched her.
Without speaking Mistress Emily leaned down and with fingers from both hands she opened up Ruth's pussy like a flower blooming. Just the touch made Ruth cry out. She was so on edge, so desperate.
"This is a treat," Mistress Emily said looking down at Ruth's face. "You may come as often as you wish until the end of your time."
Ruth tried to thank her Mistress but before she would even get the first word out she felt her Mistress' tongue flick her engorged clit. Flicking it with the tip as fingers spread her lips apart. Just that merest of stimulation was enough to trigger Ruth to her first orgasm.
It was wild. Her body shook and twitched as the waves of pleasure emanating from her groin wracked her body, her stomach almost hurt from the way her muscles contracted.
Mistress Emily watched, her fingers still holding the wet lips apart. She enjoyed watching Ruth orgasm. It was always a show, complete with lots of noise and movement.
When Ruth had settled a little, her Mistress again flicked her clit with her tongue. This time she lingered before removing it and then lowered a little, sliding the flat of her tongue up the exposed entrance to Ruth's pussy, raising her sub's temperature another few degrees as the pleasure grew.
Ruth clenched her teeth as she felt her pussy get licked, she was already super sensitive from her orgasm. Feeling the hot, wet tongue glide up her entrance before it found its way to her clit and rubbed little circles on the hard nub brought whole new sensations to her already clouded mind.
When she was so inclined, Mistress Emily was very skilled at giving oral. It was just her nature was to dominate and demand pleasure rather then offer it. Now she put her full set of skills to use. Licking between the spread lips before she moved up to Ruth's clit, sucking it and nibbling, blowing ever so slightly to add a cooling sensation to the hot wetness already there.
Ruth groaned as she felt her Mistress attack her clit. She looked right up at the ceiling, eyes unfocused, as the waves of pleasure grew more intense. She had to grab the backs of her thighs with her hands to hold them to her chest. They were aching, but not as much as her pussy as her Mistress licked and kissed every inch without actually slipping her tongue inside.
Mistress Emily kissed Ruth's clit again before she slid a slender finger into her pussy. The insertion made Ruth gasp and pull her thighs higher and wider, exposing herself more as Mistress Emily worked the finger deeper into the warm, wet embrace.
"You like that Slut?" Mistress Emily said as she slid her finger back out. "You like having my finger in your dirty cunt?"
Ruth did indeed like it. Loved it really. She felt a second finger enter her, the addition of the extra digit, adding more ways for her Mistress to bring her pleasure made Ruth so grateful she almost came again.
"Speak Slut! I asked you a question."
Ruth felt her Mistress wiggle the two fingers inside her independently of each other, one moved up as one went down. The two different sensations inside her over heated and over sensitive pussy brought Ruth to another shattering orgasm.
"Yes! I love having my Mistress using her fingers in my cunt!" Ruth screamed as she came hard. Her pussy flooded around her Mistress' fingers, the juices coating them as her muscles contracted. She felt her Mistress wiggle her fingers again and blow on her clit as the orgasm subsided a little.
Panting hard, Ruth lay holding her thighs, her fingers digging in to her flesh as she clenched her hands from the force of the orgasm. Her Mistress knelt up and pulled her fingers from Ruth's pussy with an audible wet sound. They were coated in sticky juices. She sniffed them and licked the tips before she wiped them on Ruth's lips. Her mouth opening and tongue extending to accept them.
Ruth tasted herself on her Mistress' fingers. She knew her own taste well but this time was different, the fingers were offered to her, not forced upon her. She lifted her head to follow them as Mistress Emily pulled them away from her mouth. She wanted to suck her Mistress' fingers, pussy juice and all. It made her feel dirty, cleaning off the fingers that had just brought her to orgasm. She was shocked out of her thoughts of her own submissive nature when she felt hands on her hips pulling her over to the right, spinning her onto her front.
Mistress Emily flipped Ruth over and pulled her up by the waist onto all fours before she roughly pushed her head down to the floor with one hand. Ruth's arse was now high in the air and her pussy, so wet and ready for something to be thrust into it, was open and easily accessible.
"Tell me what you want Slut!" Mistress Emily demanded as she positioned the head of the strap-on just at the entrance of Ruth's pussy.
"Please Mistress, I want you to fuck my pussy!" Ruth cried out in desperate need. She was on the verge of tears she was so aroused and desperate to orgasm.
"No you don't. Use the correct words," Mistress Emily said as she moved her hips a fraction and pressed the tip of the dildo a tiny bit closer to entering Ruth.
"Please fuck your sub-slut's filthy cunt!" Ruth cried out. She didn't like using the word cunt. It felt wrong, dirty and somehow derogatory. Yet right now she would say anything for release.
Mistress Emily thrust her hips forwards as Ruth said the word she hated so much. The long, thick strap-on parted her pussy lips and disappeared inside as Ruth gasped loudly and pressed back against her Mistress trying to get every inch inside.
It was like being sent to heaven. Feeling her pussy stretched as the strap-on entered her made Ruth scream out in ecstasy. She had been so aroused for so long with no offer of release that now she had an outlet all the emotions were intensified. Her pussy throbbed around the inserted fake cock, her breasts swung heavily as she thrust herself back against it. She actually wanted to cry and felt tears welling up as her Mistress placed both hands on each of her hips and then pulled the strap-on backwards, leaving Ruth empty before it thrust back into her, shoving her forwards with the force.
Ruth cried out as her Mistress began to make rapid thrusts. Fucking her, not making love. Using her pussy as a hole in which to shove her strap-on. It was just what Ruth wanted, what she craved and she could feel her much needed orgasm quickly building.
"You need this don't you Slut? You want nothing more then to be fucked like a whore." Mistress Emily said as she fucked Ruth, the sound of her thighs slapping against her sub's growing louder as the thrusting became more intense.
Ruth could hear her Mistress and she felt the shame of knowing every word was true. She was loving the feeling of having her pussy, no her cunt, fucked. Her cheeks went bright red and she sobbed a little through her groans of pleasure as her pussy was abused by the strap-on that was inside.
"If you want to come again today Slut, then you have less then a minute," Mistress Emily announced.
Ruth gasped. She had to come again, she could not last another minute without release. She was so close already, her pussy was on fire and every stroke her Mistress made deep into her was fuel. She knew what she had to do, the one thing that would assure she got over the edge before she ran out of time. She had to do it.
"Mistress, please spank me! I need to come so bad onto your beautiful cock!" Ruth pleaded and just prayed she would get her wish.
Mistress Emily laughed as she heard Ruth's pleading tone. She continued to thrust her strap-on into her sub's dripping pussy, obscene wet sounds clearly could be heard as the fake cock slipped back and forth into the tight, hot, soaked hole.
"You really are a sub-slut aren't you?" Mistress Emily said as she removed her right hand from Ruth's hip and caressed her arse cheek with it lovingly. "Tell me what you are and what you want again, you have fifteen seconds."
Ruth took a deep breath. Her pussy was hurting now, a throbbing pain that mixed with pleasure and drove her wild. She had to come, had to get release and fast.
"I am a filthy sub-slut!" the cried as loud as she could. "I want my Mistress to spank me so I can come a over her strap-on cock!"
As the last word came out Mistress Emily raised her hand and brought it down roughly onto Ruth's naked arse cheek. The sound of her palm smacking down on wet skin echoed in the room. Quickly it was followed by the cry of a women at the peak of pleasure.
Ruth felt the exquisite feeling of her arse being spanked. Not in punishment but at her request. It was intense, and as soon as she felt it her whole body tensed up as the orgasm finally exploded. It had been hours in the making and once it began it took over Ruth's body entirely. Every nerve tingled, her skin crawled and she could do nothing but let it wash over her.
Mistress Emily felt Ruth tense up and thrust the strap-on deep inside her. She listened to the sounds her sub made and smiled. She could feel her sub tremble all over from the intensity and revelled in the control she wielded.
"Good slut," Mistress Emily said as she caressed Ruth's arse lovingly. "You were just in time."
Ruth sighed and felt a flood of relief. Her whole body still tingled as she collapsed onto the floor. She wondered briefly what other people in the office were doing on their dinner hour? It was a strange thought that just popped into her head.
Twenty-eight minutes later, Ruth was sat in her office chair again. Her cheeks were flushed slightly but she didn't think it was too noticeable. At least the few minutes she had taken to splash her face with water, dress and drive back had given her time to cool off a little and regain her composure. That was good, Emma was on the prowl again, gathering gossip to spread and Ruth was sure her own was the juiciest in the office. She knew for a fact her pussy currently was after the massive orgasm she had received from her Mistress before she arrived back in the office.